Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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The carriage moved forward slowly on the not-so-wide road. Klein calmed down his mood over and over again, and finally let out a long breath.

Zaratul did not catch up, and his coachman was not transformed into a marionette.

He didn’t know why Zaratul suddenly gave up chasing him, but Klein wiped his cold sweat and was finally convinced that he had escaped.

Even if we were not in the mists of history, Zaratul should have had overwhelming power to turn me into his marionette before calling for help. What was the reason why he gave up? Well, but I won't sit still... The moment I left the fog of history, I prepared to "invalidate". Zaratul's secret puppet transformation will definitely fail once. I can use this time of failure to find a way. Summon the "Angel of War" to make this matter a big deal. When the time comes, as a favored one of the Creator, I will turn this matter into a dispute between the two countries... Forget it, forget it.

Klein shook his head.

In order to save his own life, it is not his character to involve the people of Loen and Intis in disputes.

He released his palm and saw that his talisman had become tarnished and rusted over a large area and could still be used again.

"It's really thrilling... But I still survived. Is this a miracle? No, my contribution here is only to protect myself, and the historical projections are helping me. If this is a miracle, ancient scholars Everyone can be successfully promoted to Miracle Master..."

Klein carefully put the charm away.

The True Creator gave him two in total, and Zarath used one and a half in one encounter. But it was heartbreaking. This half-talisman saved his life, and Klein didn't feel any pity at all.

"Speaking of which, since the Lord of Storms became the God of Thunder, Roen's war with the Feysac Empire at the border has ended quietly. I saw the newspaper the day before yesterday saying that Feysac's army had retreated back to itself. On the national border, the war between Loen and Feysac ended like this before it completely exploded? Thanks to their emperor and the pope for mobilizing it with such great fanfare..."

"What should I do now? Zaratul will definitely not attack me just once. I have to stay alone as much as possible during this period. I will leave Backlund after the ceremony of George III, and be ready to summon the historical projection at any time. Preparation for self-preservation.”

He thought and meditated, and slowly relaxed.

After more than ten minutes, the carriage stopped.

"Sir," said the coachman, "we are at the church."

"good."

Klein glanced at the time, first asked Marionette to get out of the car and open the door for him, and then asked Marionette to help him get out of the car.

After getting out of the car, Klein entered St. Samuel's Cathedral in a familiar manner. As usual, he dropped 20 pounds in cash in the donation box, and then walked into the room he had made an appointment with Bishop Electra. After entering the door, he found that the bishop was already there. There it was waiting.

After the greetings, Klein sat down and listened to the other party reciting the story in "Apocalypse of the Night" in a low and magnetic voice.

The morning flew by.

…

Dinner time.

Edward sat cross-legged in the square of Silver City, watching the people singing and dancing around the fire and having an impromptu competition while having a barbecue. He held three skewers of beef-flavored mushrooms in his hand, sometimes smearing them with spicy sauce, sometimes sprinkling some cumin, and roasting them steaming hot on the fire.

“It’s really delicious.”

"It would be better if you add some seasoning, cut into slices, make soup, or stir-fry, but unfortunately there are no conditions here."

He commented ruefully.

People around him turned their heads with doubts from time to time, wondering where this unusual fragrance came from.

Edward took a mushroom off the stick, blew it twice and stuffed it directly into his mouth - he had already thought of some suggestions for improving Frank's graduation project. He must first understand the concept of mushrooms and meat, or beef. Flavor mushrooms, or beef-like mushrooms. Nowadays, these beef-flavored mushrooms can only deceive the poor humans who have never eaten normal food in the Forsaken Land...but they are indeed delicious.

He casually pulled out a medium-sized mushroom and gave it to Uno, who was hugging his knees and staring at the flames in a daze:

"one comes?"

Uno's blue eyes turned to the mushroom, then turned back, continuing to stare at the fire in a daze.

Edward was still holding the mushroom: "Let me ask you a little question - who was the first person in Silver City to have contact with the Fool? Don't worry, I won't do anything to him. After all, everyone in the Land Abandoned by God is the chosen one of the Creator. "

Uno looked at Edward and shook his head.

"Don't be so stubborn. Even if you don't tell me, I can tell." Edward stuffed the beef mushrooms into his mouth and chewed them. He turned the iron pick on the fire with one hand and pointed in the direction of the crowd with the other hand. "Is it him? He's not old, his rank is not low, and he's very prestigious."

"The most important thing is that he is the only 'sun' in Silver City."

Derrick Berg, who was pointed out by him, was chatting and laughing with his companions, humming a improvised song to praise the Fool loudly with everyone, and tried his best to refuse to compete with the warrior friend of the same rank. Because he did not choose to become a "warrior", Derrick was much shorter than the others. If he was not careful, he would be buried in the crowd and disappear by the people of Silver City.

Uno also looked at Derrick and said nothing.

"I have been investigating the Land Abandoned by the Gods for a long time, and I have come to the conclusion that it is very difficult for the 'Sun' path to survive in the Land Abandoned by the Gods. First of all, this path has little combat effectiveness in the first few sequences. If you want to raise a 'Sun' 'We must give him enough opportunities to act as a useful Extraordinary, so there must be a strong team of Extraordinaries that can always ensure his survival."

Edward looked at Derrick:

"He doesn't have such a strong bond. On the contrary..."

He rolled his eyes and looked at Chief Colin Iliad, who was standing silently eating roasted mushrooms:

"His main contact is with this demigod. In other words, his safety is mainly guaranteed by this demigod."

"And the chief shouldn't be a nanny, right? So there must be something special about him."

The demon and the strongest demon hunter in the city were close at hand, but one showed no threat, and the other showed no response to the malicious perception. Not only did they get along peacefully, they even grabbed mushrooms and roasted them in the same basket in harmony.

"The first need of people in the Land Abandoned by God is to survive. Eating monster meat will accumulate toxins. The 'sun' can alleviate it, but it will take decades and generations to slowly accumulate. Before that, Killing monsters and bringing back food is more important." Edward shrugged, "The combat effectiveness has not been solved, so why bother thinking about support? In terms of treatment and psychological comfort, cultivators and spectators are more useful."

"I think it's quite interesting. The true creator used the 'sun' to save mankind back then, but now the 'sun' that saves Silver City comes from another person. The two of them should be mortal enemies, but now they get along very well..."

Edward rambled on for a while, but Uno never answered. During this period, his mother twice looked for the children in the crowd, but every time she walked to them, she would immediately enter a loop state and return to the original route.

"Why are you still here?"

Ourolius finally spoke: "If you can go out, the storm can't stop you. If you stay here, the chaotic disaster will also stop."

"I'll answer your question for free."

Edward moved closer to Ourolius, stretched out his index finger and hooked it in the air, drawing a thin transparent line.

"See this line? Guess whose it belongs to, forget it, I'm telling you straight away, this is the fate of George Augustus."

The djinn was about to take over the destiny of George III, so Edward naturally used this name to call the man who was about to become a god.

Ourolius squinted his eyes to look at this thread. He could see that it was the authority related to fate, but he couldn't quite understand it.

"Fate showed that he was going to have bad luck."

Edward chuckled: "Who else can bring him great misfortune immediately besides the current storm? If we go out now, we have to fight the storm. When the storm hits George III, I won't have to be beaten when I go out. Then I might as well wait for two more days." sky."

"When I went out, I happened to see Him being beaten. What a beautiful thing it was!"

Ouroleus was silent for a while: "While I can still see his fate, he and you have no intersection. The Lord of Storms has no reason to take action against the king of his own believer country, and you really intervened."

"Aren't you looking forward to it? It is a traitor's country, a traitor's city-state, and there must be a huge disaster brewing inside." Edward held his chin and looked at Ourolius's expression, "I thought you would be like Medici. At least take some schadenfreude.”

Ourolius didn't answer and looked at the bonfire in the distance quietly.

…

"The turning point... the fatal flaw... fate has favored him. Where is my turning point..."

Zaratul walked aimlessly on the streets, passing through one street after another, and the crows above gathered in twos and threes.

These monitor birds did not call, but looked around aimlessly like their owners.

It is now the afternoon of October 3rd, less than 20 hours before tomorrow morning's speech, and Zaratul has not yet found where the "fatal loophole" appears - or in other words, the fatal loophole must be there at a glance. But He couldn't get the "wishing magic lamp", couldn't understand it, and didn't even dare to ask George III to sacrifice the magic lamp to the God of Thunder.

After being beaten by the holder of the Source Castle yesterday, Zaratul stayed in the Queens District for a long time. He did not want to see George III talking to himself in front of the "Wishing Lamp", nor did he want to pray to the God of Thunder to report the situation.

He wandered around Queens until dawn, and then was chased away by several police officers on the grounds that it disturbed the city's appearance. In this way, there were several marionettes.

"Why can he be recognized by Origin Castle? No matter Zoroaster, my elder, Half Fool, Angel of Time or even Mr. Sect, they have found nothing about this thing and can't find it. Not to mention control...why can he?"

Zaratul racked his brains to think about where this beloved of the Creator came from, but he couldn't figure it out. He couldn't even figure out the specific identity of this person or his last name. If there were no dreamers, He would simply doubt that this man was a creation of the imagination.

He reached out and touched in his arms, and pulled out a silver medal with strange patterns on it.

The silver medal was oxidized and turned slightly black, and the complicated and mysterious patterns on it revealed an ancient and heart-stopping aura.

When he received the silver medal from Russell, Zaratul almost beamed with joy. He saw the gray mist through the silver medal and felt the breath of the source of matter from the spiritual world. This made him feel complacent at the beginning, thinking that fate had finally favored him.

You know, even Duke Antigonus, who took the risk to become a half-fool, did not attract that thing.

Now it seems that there is a difference between genius and good luck.

This reminded Zaratul of a joke said by Russell Gustav. This friend who came back from the dead could always tell and write messy things. The past era seemed to be as exciting as the present one. World - The joke happened a long time ago. After Russell became a "generalist", he read a lot of books crazily, and occasionally talked to him about other topics in exchange for some knowledge.

I miss Russell very much at that time, and I still have basic respect for him.

"The popular literature in Trier is so outdated now. They are still writing love songs about knights and nobles. In the real world, they can roll into bed as soon as they meet. Why is there any need to sing several verses so bitterly?"

Russell curled his lips while flipping through the book: "I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll give them a little shock of excitement."

"Shuangwen?"

"Hey, if you say you don't understand now, you will know when I write it out."

Then Russell wrote "The Return of the Earl" with one stroke of his pen.

If Zaratul remembers correctly, it was this book that attracted Edward Vaughan, and they had a common topic that was difficult to understand.

This gave Zaratul a preliminary guess about "another era", and also made him realize that the resurrected Roselle Gustaf was definitely not the original one, but that didn't matter, no matter what this Roselle was, Whoever is stuffed in Er Gustav's body, as long as it can help him obtain Antigonus's notes and bring about good changes in his destiny, Zaratul will take the initiative to contact him.

This book can be called the pinnacle of Trier's work at that time, and it is also the originator of many "shuangwen" in later generations. It also made Zaratul know that the original Shuangwen is such a thing - the protagonist will encounter danger many times, but always Can survive from desperate situations and get the best things.

In other words, because he is the protagonist, everyone knows that he will not die.

Therefore, all the depression, loss, betrayal and casualties in the plot are for the upcoming "pleasure" of breaking through the shackles. In a sense, this kind of literary creation also contains people's conjectures about destiny, but Zaratul feels that this is probably just survivor bias, and when this bias is taken out and amplified, and used in artistic creation, it becomes a substitute for readers. And "cool articles" that release the depression in life.

With that said, Stella Zaratul is also a cool protagonist in her own right.

He became a demigod at a young age and was successfully promoted to an angel. He survived the siege at the end of the Fourth Age. His family was ruined and he suffered from deep hatred. He happened to meet Russell Gustav who could help him digest the potion and complete the ritual. He found A silver medal that can contact Source Castle, what is it but the protagonist?

However, now Zaratul feels that the real protagonist of the "divineer" path seems to have just appeared.

"Turnaround..."

Zaratul was walking. Suddenly, guided by his spiritual perception, he turned slightly to the side and was hit by a person running by in a hurry.

Zaratul threw away his crutch and fell to the ground and let out a few ouch.

Probably because his appearance as a lonely old man was too convincing, the girl who bumped into him was startled. She quickly squatted down, put aside the information and documents she was holding in her hands, and reached out to touch the old angel:

"Sorry, sorry sir, I ran too fast. Are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital right now..."

"Hey! Bones is about to fall apart."

Zaratul roared a few times with skillful acting skills. When he opened his eyes and glanced, he happened to see a feather-shaped amulet on the girl's body. It also exuded a spiritual brilliance that should not be underestimated. It was obviously a charm with real protective power.

Zaratul rolled his eyes, sat up with difficulty, and said in a voice that sounded like he would die on the spot the next second:

"It's okay, little girl...cough cough cough cough, I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital, I don't have money..."

"You help me up... don't worry about me blackmailing you. I don't have any family or friends, and it won't take me more than a few days to get the money from blackmail."

After he said these words, the girl who knocked him down became even more embarrassed. She calmed down, quickly helped him up slowly, sent him to sit on a bench by the roadside, and asked with concern:

"Well, do you need to eat something? My home is near here, can you wait here? I will get you some medicine and food."

"Ahem, okay, thank you, thank you."

Zarath said out of breath, and would carry out the plan to the end. Seeing the young girl packing up the documents she had just given and turning around to walk away, Zaratul suddenly asked: "What's your name?"

The girl was stunned for a moment: "Old sir, don't worry, I won't run away."

"I am a fortune teller. I can see that you have something to worry about." Zaratul took out his cards and pendulum from his sleeves and said tentatively, "Do you have two brothers in your family? This year You have just entered college, and your brothers' careers are also on the rise... Well, you are worried about your studies now, maybe you need a divination to guide the future direction, of course, it is free."

The girl was stunned again. She didn't believe it at first. After hearing the word "free", she came up and sat down on the other side of the bench:

"There are indeed some things at school, but they are far from the level of trouble. I came from the direction of the university. You can easily guess that I am a college student...Besides, you guessed one thing wrong. I only have one brother."

Zaratul frowned slightly, waiting for the next step.

The girl was very calm: "I originally had two brothers, but one of them passed away on duty a year ago."

"I'm sorry, it's so sad..." Zaratul whispered.

He looked at the girl again and quietly divined in his sleeves, and the answer he got was clearly that her two brothers were still alive.

This is a bit strange, but not too strange. In many dangerous professions, people will fake their own death with various excuses to escape, but Zaratul does not think that this girl's family is normal. His spirituality tells him that this may be A turning point.

If you can turn it well, the tower will be in the upright position, but if you can't turn it well, the tower will be in the reverse position.

Anyway, there were tall towers everywhere. Zaratul looked away and asked again: "What is your name?"

"My name is Melissa." The girl hesitated for a moment, then said after seeing that the old man didn't look like a bad guy, "Melissa Moretti."

Melissa Moretti... Zaratul was shuffling the cards in his sleeve again. Suddenly, his hand shook and a card slipped out of his hand.

"Fool"!

TBC

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Zaratul: Damn it?